Chapter 27 26

Ruixuan walked up and down the courtyard, like an ant on a hot pot.He thought that something would go wrong in front of Tiananmen Square today anyway.This was the first time that the Japanese publicly met with the citizens of Peking.The Japanese, of course, appeared as victors.What about Pekingese?Ruixuan knew the weakness of the people of Peiping, but he also knew that among the weakest people there would be those who dared to risk sacrifice, when the country was destroyed.In such a big city of Peking, don't you have one or two people who dare to go all out?As long as there are such one or two people, today's Tiananmen Square will definitely become a slaughterhouse.Ruixuan, like most people in Peking, doesn't like bloodshed.However, he thought that there would inevitably be bloodshed in front of Tiananmen Square today, whether he likes it or not.He even thought that if there was no blood spilled in Peiping today, the people of Peiping would seem to lack some basic things, and they would be able to accept the greatest humiliation with a playful smile.He almost longed to bleed!

At the same time, he was afraid of any misfortune in front of Tiananmen Square.Those who attended the meeting today were all students who were forced to go.In the past, the military and political failures were not to be blamed on the students, so the students did not have the responsibility to wash away some shame for others with their blood.Besides, there are so few people studying in China, everyone should sacrifice to protect the students, not to sacrifice the students first, even when the country is in danger.He thought of many familiar young and lovely faces, some had a very good relationship with him, some were very cold towards him, but objectively speaking, they were all cute because they were all innocent and young.If these faces, these flowers of the nation were shot by bullets or stabbed with bayonets in front of Tiananmen Square today...he dared not think about it any further.They are his students and also the seeds of reading for the Chinese nation!

However, from another perspective, students, and only students, are the vanguard of patriotism.They have blood and knowledge.If they were all shrunken like his grandfather, or afraid of wolves and tigers like himself, wouldn't it mean that the blood of the nation had dried up and grown old?Besides, Xiao Cui's is not completely wrong!Resisting imperialist aggression, resisting the imperial system, rebelling against the shackles of the old ethics, rebelling... are all students; students have had a glorious record in the history of the Chinese revolution in the past 50 years-there are many places in this record written down with blood !So, can it be that today, the students in Peking forget their own glory, and obediently hold up the small paper flags of "Sino-Japanese Friendship" without saying a word?

He couldn't figure it out.He just felt restless.He even cared about Ruifeng's safety.He looked down on the second younger brother, but they were brothers of the first-milk compatriots after all.He hoped that Ruifeng would come back soon and tell him what happened to the meeting. Ruifeng didn't come back until almost three o'clock.He was quite tired, but with a hint of alcohol on his face, he was obviously excited in his fatigue.From early in the morning to the end of the meeting, he felt very awkward in his heart.He wanted to watch the excitement, but he didn't see any excitement.After the meeting, his stomach was gurgling with hunger.He was looking for a chance to slip away and take the students back to school.Seeing that Lan Dongyang was so cunning, he felt that he had been fooled, so he didn't want to take the responsibility of leading the team anymore.However, before he could sneak away, the students dispersed of their own accord; they didn't want to line up to go back to school and lose face in the street again.Those who are very young, who don't know the way, students, naturally follow the worker Lao Yao; they know that following him is the most reliable.Other schools have also taken this approach.After a while, the students dispersed quickly, leaving only torn paper flags and discarded Showa candies on the ground.Seeing the students leave, Ruifeng breathed a sigh of relief.He picked up a piece of Showa candy, peeled off the paper, and put it in his mouth. He started to walk west slowly, without much effort.

He originally wanted to walk through Zhongshan Park—which has been renamed Central Park—to save a little travel.After looking at it, no one came in and out of the gate of the park, so he changed his mind.He is afraid of silent places.Walking west along the road, he thought he should go to Xidan Pailou, find a small restaurant and have something to eat.He didn't expect Lan Dongyang to be so slick and unreasonable, to teach him to worry about leading the team, and he had to pay for lunch out of his own pocket. "What a joke!" He chewed the candy and scolded in a low voice: "This is the kind of friend!" The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the most annoying part was: "Even if you go to the big wine tank to invite me I drink two taels for nothing and eat a plate of salted beans, and I finally understand human relations!" While cursing like this, a sudden laugh came from behind him, and it was very sweet.He turned around hastily.Mr. Guan was only one step away from him, the sound of laughter stopped, and the meaning of the smile was still rippling on his face.

"You are so bold!" Mr. Guan said, pointing at Ruifeng's face. "What's wrong with me?" Ruifeng asked inexplicably. "Dare to wear a Chinese tunic suit!" Mr. Guan showed a mischievous look on his face, obviously he was very happy.Before Ruifeng could speak, he continued: "Ruifeng, I admire your courage! You can do it!" Hearing this praise, Ruifeng wiped away all his troubles and dissatisfaction at once, and immediately laughed innocently. (People who are easily satisfied are sometimes more likely to go astray than people who are greedy!) The two walked west shoulder to shoulder.Ruifeng laughed for a while before he could speak: "Really, this can't be considered an adventure! The first one who dared to wear a Chinese tunic suit in front of the Japanese, I, Qi Ruifeng!" Then, he lowered his voice: "What if we If the person can call back, with my trick—daring to wear a Chinese tunic suit—I will probably benefit from it?” Mr. Guan didn’t want to discuss the “what if” thing, so he changed his words: “Today’s meeting will start. Not too bad!"

Ruifeng didn't know if the meeting would be good or bad, but only knew that it was not very lively and weird.Now, after listening to Mr. Guan's words, he began to feel that the meeting was really good.The education he has received only taught him some bits and pieces of knowledge, but did not teach him how to think and how to judge; therefore, he is most suitable to be a subjugated slave—he has no opinions of his own, but is willing to accept orders ; As long as the order is followed by two taels of wine or half a catty of meat. "Don't care about those few pieces of candy!" Mr. Guan explained to Ruifeng. "Don't we come to the meeting without Showa sugar? I mean, today's meeting passed safely, the Japanese didn't shoot, and our students didn't drop bombs-Amitabha!-Come on, this is finally The gold buyer met the gold seller! We met today, and it will be easier to talk in the future. To be honest, I didn’t dare to go to the meeting at the beginning of the meeting! Is that for fun, a firecracker can hook a machine gun! Well, now I feel like a stone has fallen to the ground! From today on, we can do what we should do, and we don’t have to hide and hide anymore; anyway, even the students bowed to the Japanese in front of Tiananmen today, under the blue sky and the sun. Bow, I ate Showa candy! Don’t you think so?”

"That's it! That's it!" Ruifeng's little dry head moved crisply.Mr. Guan's words made him suddenly realize: he shouldn't hate Lan Dongyang just because of Lan Dongyang's cunning, he should still thank Lan Dongyang - after all, Lan Dongyang taught him to lead the team to participate in this conference.According to what Mr. Guan said, his actions today have historical significance, and he can almost be regarded as a hero who founded the country.He is very happy.Happiness often makes people generous. He suggested that Mr. Guan should have a meal in a small restaurant. "Ruifeng!" Mr. Guan seemed to be angry. "Are you inviting me? It's a joke! In terms of age, number of generations... which one should you invite me for?"

If hypocrisy is extreme, it is a bit like sincerity. Mr. Guan's invitation to invite Ruifeng to dinner is sincere.His hypocrisy and sincerity came from the culture of Peiping, which made him scramble to entertain guests even when he died once a day.This is a great subjugated culture. Ruifeng didn't dare to say anything more.If they want to fight again, they will destroy each other's sincerity and enthusiasm. "What to eat? Ruifeng!" This was completely out of politeness.As long as Mr. Guan decides to treat guests, he also decides what to eat and which restaurant to eat.For eating, his experience and knowledge are enough to make him confident, and make others never suffer. "How about eating the barbecue in An'er Hutong?" He asked without waiting for Ruifeng's suggestion.

When Ruifeng heard about An'er Hutong and the barbecue, a large ball of saliva flowed down his throat, choking him so much that he couldn't speak, but only nodded earnestly.His stomach rumbled louder. Unknowingly, both of them strengthened their feet.The roast was the most practical thing, and they forgot about everything else for a while. However, the war also whipped them both, no matter how optimistic, shameless, and boring they were.The famous barbecue shop was closed because there was no beef and mutton in the market.The cattle and sheep in the city have been slaughtered, and those from far away cannot come to the city because of the barrier of war.Looking at the small shop with the door closed, the two of them almost cried.

Sorry, Mr. Guan led Ruifeng to a Sichuan restaurant on West Chang'an Avenue, and found a small private room.Ruifeng didn't have much skill in eating spicy food, and it was inconvenient to declare first, so he felt quite uncomfortable.Mr. Guan didn't look at the menu, but just whispered to the waiter.After a while, the waiter brought up a very delicate small platter and a pot of bamboo leaf green that was scalded just right. After taking a sip of the delicious Zhuyeqing, Ruifeng shouted: "Okay!" Mr. Guan smiled half-smile: "Don't applaud! Wait until you try the dishes I want!" "Not spicy?" Ruifeng was more loyal to his food than polite. "Real Sichuan cuisine is not spicy! Please rest assured!" Mr. Guan's eyes glowed with knowledge.Wrapping a little wine with his lips, he smacked the taste and said: "The wine is still hot!" The waiter seemed to know Mr. Guan very well. Besides serving the dishes, he also chatted with Mr. Guan.In order to show that this is a casual meal and there is no need to pay attention to ostentation, Mr. Guan asked and answered the waiter, showing a little intimacy.The waiter brought a stir-fried dish, and Mr. Guan casually asked: "How is the business?" - He frowned, then smiled quickly. "It's really hard to do business! Don't prepare to transfer goods, I'm afraid some eaters will come; prepare, as it happens, there will be no eaters for a day!" He laughed again, laughing miserably. "Drink it!" Mr. Guan gave Ruifeng the wine first, and then comforted the waiter: "Business is about to improve!" "Really?" This time, the waiter laughed twice.However, as soon as he finished laughing, he felt that his laugh was too childish. "Baoding is also lost, business can still..." "When did I not pay for the meal? Why don't you believe me so much?" Mr. Guan pretended to frown, and teased the waiter. "Let me tell you, the more places you lose, the easier it is to do business! One emperor and one courtier; if there is one emperor in one place, and emperors everywhere, there is no way to fight a pot of porridge! Do you understand what I mean?" The waiter didn't dare to offend the caretaker, but it was inconvenient to offend his own conscience too much, so he smiled noncommittally, and hurried out to serve the food. When a culture is too familiar, people will numbly put aside the thrilling things and excitement, and focus on the small programs in the eating and drinking.Ruifeng, after eating a few cups of Zhuyeqing, forgets all troubles, and feels that the world is as beautiful as a flower that has just burst out.In the early hours of today, whether at school or in front of Tiananmen Square, if someone told him the truth, he might be able to understand it a little bit, and he would have to put it away to get rid of the boredom.Unfortunately, he met Guan Xiaohe again, and Guan Xiaohe's Zhuyeqing and exquisite Sichuan cuisine.He could sell his soul for a nickel, so long as his stomach was satisfied.He forgot about Lan Dongyang's hatefulness, the horror in front of Tiananmen Square, and the viciousness of the Japanese that he almost remembered, but only felt that the light yellow green bamboo leaf wine was rippling all over his body, like a stream in spring when flowers bloom.The oil of white chopped chicken hung on his thin lips, making him feel that both his upper and lower lips were thickened and strengthened.He thinks that life is really lovely, and what is so lovely is because the meat is delicious and the wine is delicious.As long as someone gives him wine and meat, he thinks that he should be sincerely grateful.Now, this meal was given to him by Mr. Guan, so he should fully agree with what the meal master said.His little dry face turned rosy, his head buzzed softly with the force of alcohol, and there was a small teardrop in his small eyes—he was grateful to Mr. Guan! Although Mr. Guan has been working hard since the enemy entered the city, but he has not been able to get an official job so far, he is still optimistic.He always thinks that the time when the dynasty changes is the easiest time to act, because there is a question of whether he is willing to surrender or not-he is determined to surrender.As for Ruifeng, he first praised the Tiananmen Conference for its success, and then praised the achievements of the Xinmin Association—who has no achievements, only the Xinmin Association actually showed its face in front of Tiananmen Square, teaching the students to fight against the Japanese!Then, he mentioned Lan Dongyang again: "Have you made an appointment with him? Not yet? Why? He has no hair on his mouth, and he can't do things well! Anyway, invite him here! What? Tomorrow's dinner, Couldn't be better! Let me tell you, Ruifeng, you have to be optimistic, work hard, and make friends well. With these three things, one person can live forever and have enough to eat!" Ruifeng listened and nodded.The more you listen, the more enjoyable you will be, and the more you will eat.To be honest, he had never had such a comfortable meal since the enemy captured Beiping.He is grateful to Mr. Guan, and he believes that what Mr. Guan said is valuable.Because he believed Mr. Guan's words, he saw a bright future for himself.As long as he is optimistic and works hard, he will definitely have good luck! After dinner, Mr. Guan broke up with Ruifeng under the archway in Xidan. He still wanted to "see two friends. See you at home! Don't forget to invite Lan Dongyang to go! Goodbye!" Ruifeng returned wearily and excitedly to home. Seeing that his younger brother came back safely, Ruixuan felt a little more at ease.However, immediately afterwards, he became sad and said to himself: "With so many students and teachers, no one would dare to do it!" He didn't despise them, because he was also an intellectual, and he himself Didn't they even dare to go to Tiananmen Square?He knew that he should not judge any individual for bravery or cowardice, but first blame a culture that even called kneeling and humiliation peace-loving.That culture produced the quiet and graceful Tiananmen Square, and also produced young people who dared not shed blood in front of the enemy in front of Tiananmen Square!No, he doesn't even seem to blame that culture.Is it wrong to love peace?He couldn't tell, feeling depressed and panicked.He didn't like talking to his second child, but he couldn't help but talk to him a few words to relieve the boredom in his heart. The little alcohol on Ruifeng made him feel full and great.At first, he was in a daze, unable to figure out why he was fulfilled and great.When he got home, he suddenly realized that he was indeed fulfilled and great because he participated in the Tiananmen Square meeting.He believed that he must be very courageous, otherwise how dare he stand face to face with the Japanese.Thinking of this, he believed Guan Xiaohe's words more and more - we met in front of Tiananmen Square, and since then we have been a Chinese and Japanese family, and the world is peaceful, and we can also eat hot-boiled mutton to our heart's content.Yes, he feels that he is fulfilled and great, as long as he works hard, there is no problem in eating boiled mutton.What made him even more happy was that Brother Ruixuan didn't nod his head coldly when he came back today, but came over with a smile and asked, "Second brother, are you back?" This question made Ruifeng feel proud, and he It's even more fulfilling and great.At the same time, he also felt a little more tired; tired enough to show his importance. Xiao Shun'er's mother was very disturbed when she saw her husband walking around in the courtyard.She didn't dare to persuade him, and she was very sad if she didn't say a word.She could only tease him secretly with her two big watery eyes, so as to seize the opportunity to teach Xiao Shun'er or Xiao Niuzi to run over, hold his hand, or say a few words.She knew that her husband never took his anger out on his children.Now, seeing a smile on his face, she hurried over to listen to the news brought back by her second child. Every time Mrs. Qi hears bad news, he misses "Little San'er" even more.He doesn't know anything else, but he must know that Xiao San'er is very stubborn, and he won't come back until he wins the battle.Then, if we lose one more battle, Xiao San'er will naturally be farther away from home!The old man does not want to worry about the country, because he thinks that the prime minister is in charge of state affairs, and he himself is just an ignorant commoner.However, regarding his grandson, he felt that he did have a right to concern; no one could say that it was wrong for a grandfather to miss his grandson!When he heard about the fall of Baoding, he couldn't help muttering about the third son, and when the second son came back, the old man also came out to listen to the news—even if there was no news to hear, it would be good to have a look at his grandson. As long as Old Man Qi talked about Xiao San'er, Mrs. Tianyou would naturally feel a little sicker.A grandfather can think of his grandson as a pastime, but a mother's thinking of her son is always sincere.Today, in addition to thinking about her third son, she also noticed that her second son went out early and slipped around in the courtyard with her eldest son.She was very disturbed.Hearing that the second child came back, she also came out panting.Everyone surrounded Ruifeng.He is very proud.He felt that everyone was far inferior to him in intelligence, courage, and insight, so he should say some optimistic words to everyone to comfort them. "Let me tell you, big brother!" The second child still had two small pieces of meat stuffed between his teeth, and his mouth was full of oily water when he spoke: "I really didn't expect the students to be so obedient today! They are so obedient, even one who made a sound No! The meeting went so smoothly! There was no sound! You see, the Japanese officials are very decent, and they speak very elegantly. The students know what is interesting, and the Japanese officials also know what is interesting. I thought about it, I really didn’t expect it! That’s all right, the ugly daughter-in-law will be able to talk about it after meeting her in-laws. With today’s scene, we can all pull down our long faces, what kind of subjugation does not subjugate the country! Brother, you— —" He looked around for Ruixuan, and Ruixuan had already walked away gently at some point.He couldn't help but "Huh?"Xiao Niuzi understood what Second Uncle meant, and said with her slightly protruding mouth, "Dad, it's time to go." She pointed to the west with her short index finger. Ruixuan slipped out secretly.He couldn't listen any further.If he continued to listen, he knew that his poisonous spittle would definitely be in the middle of Ruifeng's face! He knew that if the students and teachers took any violent action in front of Tiananmen Square, it would be tantamount to a meaningless sacrifice.If we kill one or two Japanese dignitaries, we will not be able to restore Peiping; if the Japanese kill many of our young people, it will not necessarily cause any disadvantage.He knows this.However, emotionally, he still hopes to have a little bit of heroic performance, no matter whether he wins or loses.Heroism is not something that can be counted on the abacus.Take a step back!Even if everyone refuses to make useless sacrifices, such a solemn silence is still enough to express everyone's surrender to the hippie face.From Ruifeng's words, he could tell that everyone had indeed adopted silent resistance.However, this silence was interpreted by Ruifeng as "very good!" Ruifeng's shamelessness may be his own, but his explanation is not necessarily limited to himself. Many, many people may think so, because students have always Justice, the first to shed blood for patriotism.This time, everyone must say that the students were discouraged!This time it passed silently, what about next time?Are you still silent?What if you want to change it to a hippie smiley face?Ruixuan walked slowly under the locust tree outside the door, and he didn't dare to think about it any further. Xiao Cui came back from the street without pulling a cart, with a big bag of purple Artemisia annua on his head. Ruixuan had no intention of greeting Xiao Cui, not because he underestimated a cart puller, but because he was bored and didn't want to talk too much, but Xiao Cui kept rushing as if he was holding back his words and finally found someone to talk to. come over.Xiao Cui's opening remarks are dramatic: "Just tell me how wicked things are!" "What's the matter?" Ruixuan couldn't help expressing some surprise.Only the most ruthless of people would bluntly neutralize dramatic words. "What's wrong? Evil!" Xiao Cui was obviously very excited. "I made a deal just now." He glanced around, then lowered his voice. "A Japanese soldier!" "Japanese soldiers!" Ruixuan couldn't help repeating, and then he walked slowly towards the "Gourd Waist".Since Xiao Cui's story is related to Japanese soldiers, he thinks it shouldn't stand in the alley and make a fuss. Xiao Cui followed, lowering his voice a bit: "A Japanese soldier in his twenties. Remember, I'm talking about a Japanese soldier, because there's nothing about him that doesn't look like a Japanese soldier. I told You, Uncle Qi, I hate the Japanese, and I don’t want to pull the Japanese, no matter how much money you give me! This morning, I didn’t celebrate Baoding—" "—Falled!" Ruixuan added. "Yes! I don't want to mention how uncomfortable I was, so I didn't get out of the car until after noon. Who would have thought that I would meet this Japanese soldier just after pulling the first small business!" Saying that, the two of them had arrived To the empty gourd belly.Here, Xiao Cui knew that no matter if he talked standing or walking, he would not be heard by others.Walking forward, not far away is the road of Huguo Temple, and there are not many pedestrians.He didn't stand still, but moved forward with very slow and slow steps. "When I met him, there was no other car. You see how awkward! He wants to take a car, but I can't help but pull it. He is a Japanese soldier! Pull it, what can we do? It's near the Lama Temple. The kid probably wants to go to the temple. I didn’t guess right. He pointed to a very quiet alley next to him, and I entered the alley, feeling terrified in my heart. There seemed to be no dogs in the alley. After two walks One step, I turn back; take two steps, I turn back! Good guy, didn’t the Koryo stick do it——stabbed the cart puller to death in a quiet place, and pulled the cart away! I can’t ignore this! Goryeo sticks, I know, were all taught by the Japanese. There is a real Japanese sitting in my car now! Not paying attention? Okay, puff, I’m dead! All of a sudden, He made a sound. There is no door on both sides of the alley. I was taken aback, and he jumped out of the car. I didn't understand what he was going to do. I didn't understand until he had walked a few steps. It turned out that he didn't give me money ;Entering this quiet alley is probably because of not giving money. I was stunned for a while, unable to make up my mind. I've seen it for a long time. He's no match for me. My arm is thicker than his! If I don't give money, I'll shoot his Japanese shit! He got up and hit me too. Use Call me in Japanese—I know a bagaya road. I don’t make a sound, just fight; the more I beat, the better I fight! What do you say, this morning, thousands of students filled the streets to fight and lower the flag; I, Xiao Cui, are here, with bare hands, to clean up a Japanese soldier! Can I be unhappy? Hitting and hitting, something strange happened. He spoke Chinese, a man from the Northeast! I am even more angry, but I am too lazy No more beatings. I can't tell what kind of smell I felt in my heart at that time, as if I was about to vomit, or——I can't tell! He begged for mercy, and I let him go like a fart! Mr. Qi , let me ask you a question, how did he become a Japanese?" They had already reached the broken boundary wall of Huguo Temple, Ruixuan decided to go north, the north was quiet.He didn't answer for a long time.He didn't say until Xiao Cui urged "Huh?" "Remember September 18?" Xiao Cui nodded. "The older generation of Northeast people will always be Chinese. They were only teenagers in September 18th. Like the soldier you fought, they learned Japanese, read Japanese books, and listened to Japanese propaganda. How can it remain the same? No one wants to be a slave, but no one can stand it day by day, and always listen to people telling you: You are not Chinese!" "Really?" Xiao Cui asked in surprise. "For example, if someone tells me every day that I am not Chinese, will I believe it?" "You won't! Go back a few years and you will!" "Mr. Qi! Now our primary school students, if Peiping is always under the control of the Japanese, will they change in three to five years?" Ruixuan hadn't thought of this level yet.Hearing Xiao Cui's question, his hairy eyes suddenly pricked, and his brain suddenly "boomed", and his head was covered with fine sweat!He supported the wall, his legs were weak! "What's the matter?" Xiao Cui asked eagerly. "Nothing! I'm not feeling well!"